Kingdom’s Bloodline

Under the sun, the hostile two faced each other silently.

One knelt down and gasped for breath, feeling extremely weak.

One person stood there in a daze, shocked.

Finally, Thales let out a breath: the sequelae caused by the crime of forcibly using Hell River on his body slowly faded away.

Compared with the situation six years ago, when the crime of prison river came, he would faint at every turn, Thales smiled gratifiedly.

look.

Although it can't be improved...

But with skill and habit, it can still be done.

Under the sun, Nicolai remained motionless.

It was as if he had fallen into the greatest confusion of his life.

I saw that the meteorite was stiff all over, panting in disbelief: "How come... that is, that is me on the battlefield... only on the battlefield can I occasionally wake up..."

"A twist of fate...even the name, he made it up on the spur of the moment..."

"You are obviously only in the training class..."

at this moment.

Thales roared furiously!

"Ahhh!"

He threw away the long sword violently, and rushed towards Nikolai with a ferocious expression!

Nikolai trembled slightly. Although he was still immersed in shock, his combat awareness that had been tempered countless times allowed him to react without delay.

"boom!"

Nicolai waved his arm coldly, and pushed Thales' fist away.

The next moment, the Meteor came out with both hands!

"Boom!"

At the end of his battle, Thales only felt a pain in his chest, and his forward momentum stagnated. In the next second, Nikolai's Rising Sun Saber appeared on his throat.

After six years, feeling the faint coolness from the same weapon attached to the same part, the weak Thales could only sigh slowly.

"what happened?"

Nikolai withdrew his shock, and looked at the prince in front of him coldly: "The Fold of Fate...it is completely different from the power of ending trained by any system, you can't learn it from any swordsmanship or moves! "

The breeze blew across this quiet world, blowing over the rocks, bringing mournful whistling, and sporadic birdsong in the distance.

"Ha," Thales forced a smile: "Is it so strange?"

"after all……"

He leisurely raised his trembling hands and flicked the blade in front of his neck, as if this was just a pleasant outing.

"I'm a disciple of the Meteorite, and I get beaten up by you once a week...a good student."

Nicolai's expression turned cold.

He retracted the blade and lifted Thales' collar.

"I'm warning you one last time..."

At this moment, Thales suddenly raised his finger and interrupted him.

"Hush," Thales smiled gratifyingly, as if he was really listening attentively:

"The bird's cry is the sound of a gray magpie."

Nicolai was slightly taken aback.

"What?"

But in an instant, Nicolai felt a terrible trembling all over his body!

The face of the meteorite changed dramatically!

That is the intuition of a warrior who has experienced many battles.

He subconsciously turned around!

But Thales didn't think so.

The prince, who had been prepared for a long time, suddenly raised his hands and clasped the meteorite's shoulders firmly!

Don't let him leave the place!

Nikolai, who was halfway turned around, was suddenly caught, and his face changed suddenly: "You"

He didn't go on.

A terrible muffled sound suddenly appeared in the ears of the two:

"laugh!"

Thales saw with satisfaction that following the sound, Nikolai in front of him shook suddenly, his face froze.

The meteorite's expression twisted from shock to ferocious, and then from ferocious to furious!

"boom!"

He punched hard with his left hand, without any effort, and hit Thales' chest hard!

The prince was thrown into the air like a broken sandbag, and fell down with a plop.

Afterwards, Nikolai with a distorted expression softened his knees, knelt down on the ground, opened his lips, and let out a crazy and painful roar:

"Uh uh uh uh"

The Meteor seemed to stiffen his right body, and dropped the Rising Sun Saber tremblingly.

He clenched his fist with his left hand, struck hard, and hit the rock beside him!

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

punch after punch,

Nikolai, who was kneeling on the ground, had a hideous face, as if he had a grudge against the rock beside him. He beat the ground desperately, while continuing to growl in anger, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As if enduring some pain.

Thales spat out a mouthful of blood, endured the severe pain in his chest, and shook his head.

He was relieved to see that a thin arrow shaft suddenly appeared on the meteorite's back.

The thin arrow sank deep into Nikolai's right back, and pierced a ferocious and sharp arrow on his chest, dripping with blood bit by bit.

I saw the meteorite raised his head abruptly, with terrible flames shooting out of his bloodshot eyes, hissing and roaring:

"Ahhh Ned Monty!"

"You son of a bitch!"

His roar resounded across the rocky ground, echoing through the cracks in the rocks.

I do not know since when, the birds have disappeared.

Only the desolate wind remains.

Thales took a breath, closed his eyes, and completely relaxed.

In this duel between him and Nicolai, he won.

Grasp all factors and hold every bargaining chip...

Thales coughed out a mouthful of blood in pain, and then burst out laughing.

Yes, in this duel, the only chance for the prince to win is: Nikolai's opponent has never been alone.

The Meteor's roar turned into painful groans and muffled groans. He tried to reach out for the arrow, but the location of the wound was too tricky, and Nikolai couldn't touch it at all.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Behind an unknown rock, came a gong sound that both of them were very familiar with, hoarse and dark: "Be careful, Lord Nicolai, don't move around, especially the right hand is a barbed arrow."

"The more you move, the more you hurt."

The hidden man let out a low laugh.

Nikolai, who was kneeling on the ground, was still trembling with his right arm. He supported the ground with his left hand, stared at his red eyes, and gritted his teeth fiercely: "Big mouth!"

"You can't escape!"

"We'll tear you apart!"

Monty's cold laughter came from behind the rock again: "Oh? You?"

"You're talking about Lum and Gaila, who are supporting secret sentries half a mile to the north..."

"Or to the northeast, those two new guards I don't know?"

Nicolai's eyes froze.

Monty, who was hiding in the dark, laughed loudly: "Don't worry, I've already 'taken care' of the four of them and left a mark for the people behind, they won't come here."

The Meteorite was shocked suddenly, and felt a chill in his heart:

"take care of?"

Thales gasped in pain, feeling a little better, struggling to sit up, reaching for his sword and shield.

A whistle sounded all around.

Monty's voice seemed to be constantly moving: "Stinger, you said that you strengthened the guard's reconnaissance and scout training, and reduced the content of fighting the enemy head-on, right?"

Nicolai tried to reach the wound again, but failed in the end, and could only groan in pain.

"Thank you so much, those soldiers are not very skilled," Monty said with a palpitating rhythm in his voice, "It saved me a lot of trouble when intercepting."

"Ah!" Nikolai howled furiously, and thumped the ground again.

Monty's laughter was intermittent, but anyone could hear the eerie and maliciousness in it.

"Fortunately, the guards still use the scout formation passed down by 'Coward' Lyken..."

"Guess, within a hundred miles, who is the clearest, most familiar, and most familiar with Lycan's twelve scout formations, so who can intercept them on the only way in the shortest time and at the fastest speed?" ?”

Speaking of this, there was a triumphant laugh from the Death's Crow:

"Hahahahaha"

Thales frowned slightly.

"Monty," Nicolai's eyes became more and more terrifying.

The double pain in his heart and body tortured him enough.

"You son of a bitch."

A long sigh came, and it seemed to be the sigh of the Death Raven.

"Yeah, Stinghead," he seemed to be regretting, "Now, it's just me and you."

The meteorite who was kneeling on the ground clenched his fists.

"Ahem...that..." At this time, Thales coughed lightly: "You forgot about me?"

The voices of the Death Crow and the Meteor rang out in unison, unceremoniously:

"Shut up!"

Thales raised his eyebrows, closed his mouth, and continued to crawl to find his weapon.

It was past noon and the sun was beginning to set to the west.

"Listen, Stinghead."

"This is the barren land of Qiyuan City, the border of Exeter, and further south is the terrifying desert," Monty's voice sounded coldly: "It's very dangerous to faint in the wild."

Nicolai let out a low growl.

"Give this boy to me, and let me take him to Qiyuan City," the Death Raven said with his tongue:

"We'll settle the matter, and the four of Lum and the others will survive."

"How about this proposal?"

Thales' expression changed.

The air was quiet for a while.

For a moment, there were only the gasps of Nicolai and Thales.

"Proposal?" The Meteorite raised his head abruptly, his eyes vigilant, examining almost every rock around him.

"Why."

"Why do you insist that he must have this prince?"

There was a Monty smirk all around.

"You know very well that he will play a key role in the battle between Qiyuan City and the Freedom Alliance."

The Death Crow's words became sharper:

"We need him more than your Dragon Clouds City."

"Get out of our way."

Thales scratched his head with a headache.

Old drama bone Monty, you are enough!

There was another silence.

"Big mouth," only to hear Nicolai speak in a low voice:

"Do you remember eighteen years ago?"

The voice behind the rock fell silent for a moment.

"I don't want to catch up with you."

Monty's voice came coldly: "You know I hate this the most."

But at this time, Nicolai, who had lost his composure and roared just now, raised his head and let out a long laugh.

Strangely, this time, the Deathcrow didn't interrupt him.

"That year."

The Meteorite seemed to have had enough of laughing, and said faintly, "Prince Suriel and his wife were assassinated. Under the wrath of the late king, all the White Blade Guards were punished."

Thales' scalp tightened as he heard the incident again.

I only heard Nicolai weakly said: "Old Coleman took the responsibility for me as the acting captain, took the blame and resigned, Isaiah was disheartened and left the guard, and many brothers were implicated. And you, Monty, at that time You, who have other missions, rushed back to Dragon Clouds City overnight to fight for their injustice."

"The negotiations were fruitless, you simply didn't even give the king face, threw down the white blade the next day, and left Dragon Clouds City neatly."

Monty didn't speak.

There is still only the sound of wind blowing through the cracks in the air, shrill and sad.

Nicolai laughed bitterly.

"No, Dazui, since you were on duty when you were young, and you secretly took me to prostitutes, I know your character."

"You are not at all the kind of person who can run back and forth on the saddle if you can say a word for the lord, even if it is the king."

"Not to mention chasing all the way here from Chaos Stone Mausoleum for the Duke of Qiyuan City," Nicolai said with a hint of sadness in his voice, "No, you are not."

The meteorite straightened up suddenly, looking around ferociously:

"Ned Monty."

Death Raven remained silent.

But Thales frowned.

"But now I understand," Nikolai's anger turned into a sneer: "Hahahahahaha, you, you!"

"you!"

His voice echoed from rock to rock with an unspeakable rage.

Spread the word.

After several seconds, finally, Monty, who was hiding in the dark, spoke faintly.

"Stab," the Deathcrow said lightly:

"What do you know?"

Nicolai snorted coldly.

He took a breath, and sighed again, the severe pain in his chest and back made him frown from time to time.

But Nicolai still gritted his teeth and said softly:

"Lord Ned Monty..."

"A few days ago, as the so-called pioneer, you came to Dragon Clouds City earlier than the official mission of Qiyuan City and anyone else."

"On the political hearing day, when the overall situation has been decided, you brought the news of the changes in the border of the Star Kingdom, and brought the prince to the front of the stage."

Thales gently closed his eyes.

Death's Crow said nothing.

Nicolai's words continued, every sentence, every word, carried a deeper and deeper chill:

"The Grand Duchess tried to protect the little prince, but you fanned the flames at a critical moment and forced Longxiao City to send him to Qiyuan City."

"After this prince disappeared, at the same time that Dragon Clouds City was opened, you arrived even earlier than us as local snakes, and intercepted him."

"Hehehehe..."

The meteorite sneered: "Everything you have done in the past few days has puzzled me who knows you well... For Qiyuan City, you have worked too hard, right? This chess game Li, you are too coincidental, right?"

Monty cut him off.

"You don't understand," the Death Crow's words seemed to be a little emotional: "Stab, you don't understand."

Boom!

The seriously injured Nikolai punched the ground!

"Yes, I don't understand!"

He shouted angrily: "But I understand now!"

Meteor's eyes have never been so terrifying, even scarier than when he saw Luba back then: "Thanks to this little prince, it was he who reminded me just now: I underestimated the secret department."

Thales' face froze.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Nicolai's voice became urgent, he almost gritted his teeth, and said the following words: "Eighteen years ago, Prince Suriel and his wife were assassinated strangely. The White Blades' tight defenses are useless."

No one responded to him.

Except for the wind.

"No!"

The meteorite shouted angrily: "Six years ago, even a hero like Lunba had to rely on disasters to distract us and weaken us. He knows that. Every more White Blade Guards, the assassin's confidence will be a little less, and the possibility of a coup d'etat will be lower. One point."

"However, the assassin eighteen years ago was able to bypass the heavy defenses of hundreds of elite White Blade Guards, plan carefully, and smoothly assassinate the prince of the most powerful country in the Western Continent?"

At this moment, Nicolai's face was extremely distorted.

"There is only one possibility."

His left fist clenched tighter and tighter: "In the White Blade Guard... there is a traitor."

There was still no response in the air.

Thales lowered his eyes and looked down at the ground.

Nicolai almost bit out every word between his teeth: "Over the years, I have suspected many people: Byrne Michael, who personally protected the prince, and the old Coleman who was the first to arrive that day , Justin, who was patrolling outside, even suspected Isaiah, who was in charge of protecting the Black Sand Mission at that time..."

When the meteorite said this, he took a deep breath.

There was still silence among the rocks.

It seems that even the stream will stop flowing.

"But you just reminded me, old friend."

When Nikolai said this, there seemed to be a raging flame of pain and hatred in his eyes:

"In the White Blade Guard back then, especially on the day Prince Suriel was assassinated...the person who knew the internal situation best, knew the formation of scouts the best, was the best at avoiding detection, was the most familiar with defense loopholes, and was the one who was most convenient for the assassin..."

"It's actually a guy who wasn't there at all."

"An expert in stealth and assassination."

"A person who lurks in Exeter, in Dragon Clouds City, beside the king, and in the White Blade Guard for ten years..."

"Star Spy."

The air couldn't be any quieter.

No one answered him.

It was as if everything around had fallen into eternal silence.

The meteorite is still kneeling on the ground.

But he no longer cared about the crossbow arrow behind him, but trembled all over, his eyes struggled, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

It seemed to scream out, and it seemed to hiss and roar.

His eyes are extremely complex: disgust, pain, regret, resentment, sadness, sadness, despair... endless, mixed together.

Finally, Nikolai shuddered and took a deep breath.

A mouthful of the coldest air in midsummer.

Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help shaking slightly.

"What do you say?"

He asked the people behind the rock softly: "Big Mouth, Ned, Monty... the Bladesworn Brothers who entered the White Blade Guard with me."

Former White Blades Commander, Lord Thuri Nicolai's voice grew flatter.

Finally, he restored his expression to the coldest, most indifferent, most ruthless, and most competent version:

"Or should I call you..."

"Death Crow from the Secret Department of Stars?"

Thales gently grabbed his long sword.

He sighed slightly from an angle that no one could see.

silence.

Still silent.

Another breeze blows.

The whistling between the cracks in the rocks became more and more sad.

Until an unharmonious voice broke the silence: the sound of a bow and crossbow being wound up was heard crisply.

"You know, I changed my mind about that suggestion just now."

The voice of the Death's Crow came, and it still sounded steady, leisurely, and at ease.

"Stab..."

But this time, his words carried a chilling murderous intent:

"You die here."